A flurry of activity

While Eden is entertained by Tom & Jerry (whatever would we do without them?), I will make a quick re-cap of our busy week.

My new bed this week has been the floor in Lars’ room. He’s in the stage of being able to take his pacifier out of his mouth and not be able to get it back in. Though he thoroughly enjoys his thumb, he favors the paci in the dark. If I have to go upstairs 3x in the same hour, I just camp out on the carpet. If I don’t use a blanket or pillow, I don’t fall asleep hard enough to stay there all night. However, if I hit the creaky floorboard when I leave, I may as well have slept in the hallway.

Yesterday, Mark came and put a new garage door opener in our garage. Hopefully, this one will go up and down on command. Also, got a new washer door for my new washing machine. When they installed it a few weeks ago, it was cracked. Not to mention, it was installed incorrectly, and Al had to have Mark help him level it before I could do any laundry. But I digress….

I was also able to rake the front yard. We had a bad case of snow mold and it all needed to be raked out. That was a lot of work, but the weather was perfect & it's worlds better.

The biggest change of this week is that I started Weight Watchers last Monday night. Day one was on Tuesday. By Wednesday, I was standing in the kitchen at 3:00 in the morning, starving. By Thursday, I was pretty much near death and Friday, I thought I should give it up for the brownies that were on the counter. Then I remembered that I had purchased a one month pass for $40 and if I quit, my husband would probably finish me off for supper. I considered drinking beef broth from the can, as that is zero points, but I couldn’t find the can opener. So, I went back to bed with a large glass of water. I lived until the weekend, but it was touch and go for a while. I have taken a brisk walk every day this week, so I’m going to splurge with some ice cream tonight. Real ice cream. Not that fat free crap that take the sensitivity out of your taste buds. I’d rather eat pea soup.

Eden has a new nap time routine. It involves the customary story, followed by picking out two matchbox cars from her daddy’s box. Then, she gathers up 1-3 dollys, their respective blankets, pacifiers and bottles. We must change the dolly’s diaper and take at least one to the big girl potty. All of this involves stripping them down naked, wiping them with a wipe, then either redressing them and or putting on a diaper. Lars is running out of diapers at a fast rate. I tried to teach her how to use cloth diapers and pins and she looked at me like, “you’re joking, right mom?”

Since she wakes up Lars if she naps in her room, she has the privilege of sleeping on Mommy and Daddy’s bed. Friday, I found her fast asleep in the cradle that still sits by the bed, holding daddy’s jackknife, several screws and anchors, and a 1” drill bit. Mother of the Year Award. Right here.

Al is very close to having my new wardrobe-come-kitchen cabinet finished. He stained it on Saturday. It’s supposed to be in the 60’s the next few days, so, hopefully, we can get some polyurethane on it and ready to put in the house as soon as the walls are painted.

Which brings me to our latest project: painting the living room. Phase 4 of 4 will prove to be the most time-consuming. I had to take all the stuff out of the china cabinet, move and all the books off the large book shelf, as well as move out a dining room table and an open shelf that’s been chocked full of kitchen “stuff”. Then, I moved the couch and chairs, photos and wall stuff and looked at the piano thinking, “How can I move this upright all by myself??” That had to wait for help. Hopefully, tomorrow’s daycare day will let me get a base coat on.

Eden has learned that my name is Sarah. She uses it frequently when I am on the phone and ignoring her.

She has also potty trained herself almost completely. She can’t get herself up on the toilet, but is self sufficient in every other aspect. As soon as you get her butt to touch the seat, she’s looking at you, saying, “get out”. A minute or two later, she’s screaming, “WIPE!” I’m quite happy to have this much progress, however, she will only go on the toilets in our house. I hope this is only a phase!